Come down to me

You got diamonds on your fingers, silk upon your skin,

I got holes in both my pockets, and a leaky roof I live in.

You’re sippin’ on your champagne, ridin’ in your long black Benz,

I’m drinkin’ dollar coffee, with the broke-down, blue-note friends.

Pre-Chorus

You keep lookin’ up the mountain, like you too high to fall,

But love don’t care ’bout money, no, love don’t care at all.

Chorus

So come on down here, baby, where the neon flickers dim,

Where the laundry lines are swayin’ and the chances all look slim.

Leave your marble halls and chandeliers that barely ever lit,

If you wanna love me, woman, you gotta try slummin’ it.

Verse 2

You dine on silver platters, cloth napkins on your knee,

I’m fryin’ eggs at midnight, cheap whiskey company.

You talk about your uptown life like it’s a crown you wear,

But I got songs in smoky bars and truth in ragged air.

Pre-Chorus

You say I ain’t got nothin’, but I got these blues to give,

And down here in the gutter, we learn how to really live.

Chorus

So come on down here, baby, where the neon flickers dim,

Where the dreams are duct-taped together, and the chances all look slim.

Step out of that high-rise world you think is such a perfect fit,

If you wanna love me, woman, you gotta try slummin’ it.

Verse 3

Your world is cold and quiet, all locked behind gold doors,

Mine’s loud and cracked and crooked, but the music fills the floors.

You say you like my spirit, you say you like my song,

Well love ain’t made of credit cards, so bring your fancy self along.

Final Chorus

Come on down here, baby, where the streetlights hum and spit,

Where the heart beats rough and honest, not dressed up just a bit.

Trade your pearls for Friday nights and a half-broke cigarette,

If you wanna love me, woman…

Yeah, you gotta try slummin’ it.